read this on another forum, has to be one of the funniest things ive read
ONLY A MAN WOULD ATTEMPT THIS
Just try reading this without laughing till you cry!!!
A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Tazer for their
anniversary submitted this:
Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that
sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was
looking for a little something extra for my wife Julie. What I came
across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Tazer.
The effects of the Tazer were supposed to be short lived, with
no long term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate
time to retreat to safety....??
WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home.
I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button.
Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I
pushed the button and pressed it against a metal surface at the
same time, I'd get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth
between the prongs.
AWESOME!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what
that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.
Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself
that it couldn't be all that bad with only two AAA batteries, right?
There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently
(trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking
that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving
target.
I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a
second) and then thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But if
I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against
a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised.
Am I wrong?
So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my
Reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose,
directions in one hand, and Tazer in another. The directions said that a
one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant;
a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major
loss of bodily control; and a three-second burst would purportedly make
your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst
longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.
All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about
5" long, less than 3/4 of an inch in circumference (loaded with two itsy,
bitsy AAA batteries); pretty cute really, and thinking to myself, 'no
Possible way!'
What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best.
I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked
to one side so as to say, 'Don't do it stupid, 'reasoning that a one
second burst from such a tiny lil ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad.
I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it.
I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button,
and... HOLY MOTHER OF GOD. WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION. WHAT THE...!!!
I'm pretty sure Hulk Hogan ran in through the side door, picked
me up in the recliner, and body slammed us both on the carpet, over
and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in
the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both
nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm
tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs!
The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging
to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an
attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the
living room.
Note: If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a Tazer,
one note of caution: there is NO such thing as a one second burst
when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it
is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the
floor! A three second burst would be considered conservative! A
minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at
that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and
surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of
the fireplace. The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or
so from where it originally sat. My triceps, right thigh and
both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot
up with Novocain and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I had no control
over the drooling.
Apparently I had crapped in my shorts, but was too numb to know
for sure, and my sense of smell was gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud
above my head, which I believe came from my hair.
I'm still looking for my testicles and I'm offering a
significant reward for their safe return!
PS: My wife can't stop laughing about my experience, loved the
gift and now regularly threatens me with it!
If you think education is difficult, try being stupid!!!!
ONLY A MAN WOULD ATTEMPT THIS
Just try reading this without laughing till you cry!!!
A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Tazer for their
anniversary submitted this:
Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that
sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was
looking for a little something extra for my wife Julie. What I came
across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Tazer.
The effects of the Tazer were supposed to be short lived, with
no long term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate
time to retreat to safety....??
WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home.
I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button.
Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I
pushed the button and pressed it against a metal surface at the
same time, I'd get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth
between the prongs.
AWESOME!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what
that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.
Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself
that it couldn't be all that bad with only two AAA batteries, right?
There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently
(trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking
that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving
target.
I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a
second) and then thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But if
I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against
a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised.
Am I wrong?
So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my
Reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose,
directions in one hand, and Tazer in another. The directions said that a
one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant;
a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major
loss of bodily control; and a three-second burst would purportedly make
your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst
longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.
All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about
5" long, less than 3/4 of an inch in circumference (loaded with two itsy,
bitsy AAA batteries); pretty cute really, and thinking to myself, 'no
Possible way!'
What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best.
I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked
to one side so as to say, 'Don't do it stupid, 'reasoning that a one
second burst from such a tiny lil ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad.
I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it.
I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button,
and... HOLY MOTHER OF GOD. WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION. WHAT THE...!!!
I'm pretty sure Hulk Hogan ran in through the side door, picked
me up in the recliner, and body slammed us both on the carpet, over
and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in
the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both
nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm
tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs!
The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging
to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an
attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the
living room.
Note: If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a Tazer,
one note of caution: there is NO such thing as a one second burst
when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it
is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the
floor! A three second burst would be considered conservative! A
minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at
that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and
surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of
the fireplace. The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or
so from where it originally sat. My triceps, right thigh and
both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot
up with Novocain and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I had no control
over the drooling.
Apparently I had crapped in my shorts, but was too numb to know
for sure, and my sense of smell was gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud
above my head, which I believe came from my hair.
I'm still looking for my testicles and I'm offering a
significant reward for their safe return!
PS: My wife can't stop laughing about my experience, loved the
gift and now regularly threatens me with it!
If you think education is difficult, try being stupid!!!!